THE ROADS ARE BAD SO LET'S ALL GO TO TIM HORTONS KAY? <--general concensus of North Bay's populace
*middlefingermiddlefingermiddlefinger* Yeah, I have three hands now, what of it?
We've got a mini-freakin' snowstorm out there, and drive-thru is busy as all hell tonight. I don't even UNDERSTAND. What is going through your heads when the roads are slippery? Oh, I'm going to risk my life for some of Tim's coffee which is only partially any good, but it's laced with crack cocaine, SO I NEEDZ MY FIXXX.
Yeah, that's gotta be it. Psychoanalasis FTW!
And to the man who came quite literally TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE WE CLOSED and ordered TWO - count 'em, two - BAGELS.... a big, fat FUCK YOU in your general direction. You're mighty lucky I am not allowed to keep a weapon on my person, because the slippery roads would be the last thing you'd have to worry about.
"You have a good night now, sir!~"